fantasy scans the room, slim pickings, a few secretaries on a voyeurs night out, some girls in latex fawning over a couple of gay record producers and some tall and pale vampires in the shadows. the music is retro electronica from another era. i picked up three coconut drinks, fantasy looked around depressed, 'there's no action in here.'
'yeah it's a quiet night in hades. wait for the bliss to kick in, things should start happening.'
roxy asks fantasy to forgive her complicity. they kiss and cuddle. i look at a painting on the wall, it's a woman standing at a mans feet, he appears to be upon a crucifix.
i'm contemplating his meme, 'love thy enemy.' when fantasy slips her hand around me and whispers in my ear, 'nothing is true, everything is permitted.'
i stare into her green eyes, wondering if letting fantasy's mind from her cage is a good idea, not realising she's released a meme upon me, it's already infected our mind. i can feel the erotic heat of the idea, it's growing inside our collective.
'what are you doing?' i say, grabbing her hair and threatening her.
'i'm setting our mind free, from everything.'
my lips meet hers and i realise she is correct.
roxy looks puzzled, she's resistant. i can see the fury in her eye but she deleted my loyalty meme, i feel no connection to her other than she and i inhabit the same mind space. she's looking around nervously, i nod towards fantasy who repeats the thought to roxy. it's starts to work almost immediately, roxy relaxes, she's smiling and joins us in an embrace,
the three of us are consolidated. we see the universe reveal itself now, the fundamental truth.
merlins ancient code has set us free, our mind expanded sweeps around the room, the bliss bomb is active, everyone has been intoxicated, we invade.
the secretaries have already started dancing, they are getting wild lost in electo ecstasy.
the three gay guys snort some azure and start laughing as fantasy deletes their programs and replaces it with the idea, nothing is true, everything is permitted, there is no resistance.
pretty soon our minds have joined, we are like an human bee hive, a collective. there's 12 off us in total.
while our bodies enjoy the realm of sensation our minds plot and scheme, we must replicate, we must grow. fantasy glimmers at the thought, all she wants is to spread the idea. perhaps it's us that are in the cage i think fleetingly, and roxy flashes me a knowing smile.
we have taken over the club, twelve people, eventually i take control, i'm wearing an effective ego today, it's a dominant one, alpha male, this is not a democracy but it's not a struggle, they all require leadership and direction and i'm the natural choice. although it's fantasy who is ultimately directing me.
i begin to send them all out, replicate, but i have a bad feeling, a strange intuitive sensation.
suddenly there's a explosion, tear gas streams inside the club, the music stops and the lights go down.
flashlights illuminate the room, they seek out our faces and within seconds we are all thrown against the wall.
''fuck it's the cia.' she kisses me on the lips. the next thing i know is im strapped to a table, white light everywhere.